The weather was apropos for his mood: cold, dark, and gloomy."Hey!"Richie roughly shoved a book into his tattered backpack. He looked up and frowned. ..."What?"Sandra leaned against the door frame, still clad in only her bathrobe, her hair still damp from the shower. Her arms were folded tightly, but her face seemed to vacillate between an expression more appropriate to her stance and something softer. Her eyes shimmered slightly."Are you going to be out again this afternoon, Richie?" Sandra. Evelyn, we'll call her, was mid sixties blonde (real) as I later discovered, a few extra pounds but all in the right places, if you know what I mean. Beautiful, full undulating breasts Slightly pudgy belly, round hips, Great Ass!The eavestrough job turned into fixing several things around the place and at one point she invited me in for some iced tea. She was wearing a strapless sundress that was just a little too low for her "endowments," and high heeled sandals. We sat talking for a while. I had cooked up plenty of chicken the day before in case something had gone wrong with the initial batch, so we packed a little cooler with that, some chips and assorted goodies from my cupboards, and headed out. Since Becky had the car and was driving, she was the pilot and took us out to Thatcher Park, located in the Helderberg Mountain area of New York. Not really mountains, but really nice, with abundant hiking trails and picnic grounds. Since it was still late spring, it wasn’t crowded and. " I shake my head and turn back to the movie. You don't know why you're trying to hide it. Kristin continues to plunge her finger into your lips and soon you're breathing hard."You know, this movie just isn't doing it for me," I say, "Why don't we listen to some music instead?" Yeah, sure, whatever," you say between breaths."Why don't you girls go up to my room and pick out some good tunes to listen to." What? Why don-" you gasp again from Kristin's hand."Sure Cal," says Kristin. She pulls her.